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Bowls
Bowls - it is a wonderful game.
And each time we play it is never the same.
To reach the jack - it is the mission,
But first we must put it in position.
Pick up your bowl and take your stance,
Then right ahead one must now glance.
Round in an arc your bowl should go,
Something of which we all must know.
But in certain moments when times get dire,
One may even feel the need to fire.
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Monday 17th January 2022 6:31 pm
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